Post by neko3 on Feb 9, 2010 14:42:47 GMT -5
YOU CAN FEEL THE POUNDING WRAPPED AROUND YOUR CHEST
YAMAMOTOKOUHEI
NOTHING'S TOO EXCESSIVE WHEN YOU'VE GOT NOTHING LEFT
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Kouhei paced down the fairly quiet street, the sun beaming dimly in the sky. It wasn't a particular pleasant day; it was still pretty breezy and slightly moderately cold out. But nonetheless, he wanted to go out, he needed to inspiration for his novel. It was about noon on a lazy Sunday, with nothing to do but work on his passion. It was coming along pretty well, he had some basic ideas he had wanted to convey. Writing was one of his favourite pastimes infact, but hopefully it would become his career, soon as he could find a publisher...
So far, it was difficult work. They weren't interested in looking at a students work though they didn't really didn’t realize who they were dealing with, he was not like many older teens his age. But, alas, it was hard to get them to as much as peek at his work. A small sigh escaped his pale lips as he trudged the silent streets, pausing momentarily to run a hand through his short black hair.
He was fairly certain where he was headed, he had it all planned out. He didn't like rushing into things most days, it was far easy to know where you were going, to give you a basic rough idea or you'll just get lost and confused. He pondered up the hill to the Hie Shrine, a great place, no less to relax and give him some fresh plot ideas for the middle of his novel. He made his way up to the shrine and calmly sat on the patchy grass not far away from it.
He rummaged through his bag for his notebook, pulling it towards onto his lap. His eyes wandered around the tranquil place, happy to be alone on a day like this, so he could concentrate. There was nothing worse some annoying, not to mention stupid little distraction putting him off he jotted down the atmospheric proportions that this was place gave out, writing out in pure detail. Looking for inspiration sometimes was a bother, others it came rather natural. Today, he was struggling t think as he leant his back up against a tree, his book bag by his feet. He inhaled the fresh air deeply as he sat on the dew filled grass, trying to let the ideas flood to him, but unfortunately, it was alot easier said than done. His notebook was still held tightly in his eyes as he slowly opened them again, glancing around for any inspiration, any at all.
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WE'RE ALL HERE CAUSE WE LOST CONTROL WE'RE ALL HERE CAUSE
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[/font]•tags• Lan
•status• done!
•comments• sorry it's short
•word count• 422
•lyrics• DIE TONIGHT, LIVE FOREVER by InnerPartySystem
•credit• AMANDA THE PIRATE * @ CAUTION !
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